The Little Jewish Mother

Piles of fluff. That's what you see until The Little Jewish Mother shows up to feed. then you see those piles of fluff suddenly lurch skyward, beaks agape, cheeping for food. This happens every three minutes on average. I've been listening. "Here, have more! Did you get enough? I'll be right back! Is it too hot? Too cold? That's my boy!" I've only lived with one Jewish mother. Hope she's not insulted that this Robin reminds me of her.

I'm only counting four orange beaks, so I'm not sure that Egg #5 made it. Could have. The leaves aren't cooperating. Once the food is swallowed, the baby birds go back to their gig as piles of fluff. It's like a three minute Power Nap.

The gangly legs are becoming a little more apparent. They are growing so quickly. I read online that each time a baby robin swallows, it poops.

So there you have it: party, poop, power nap. Repeat as often as necessary. Meanwhile, our Little Jewish Mother has got to be exhausted.